”“Oh!” Bianca exclaimed; her tiny top had been pushed to the side, her breasts exposed. “Thanks,” she giggled, fixing her top.They made the...r way to the falls, Sandrah leading the way. “Up here!” she yelled over the loud water. She extended her hand for Bea, pulling her along.“I think we should be fine if we climb up this small cliff. Think you can do it?” Sandrah asked Bea over the noise.“Yes! You go first! I’ll watch what you do for footing!” Bea yelled back.Sandrah took her time,. . and have it preferably bounced off of a dozen or satellites to get there for good measure. Can do?" Sure thing Hunny Bunny! I've done trickier things already today, and before breakfast! You'll owe me though ... the usual."Jack Saunders was a genius and geek extraordinaire and there wasn't a computer network or telco that he couldn't hack into, given the proper inducements. Namely my baking. He couldn't cook worth a shit but he loved cookies and cupcakes, washed down with oceans of Mountain. The realization that she was basically no more than his human sex slave robbed her of her reduced level of self-esteem and she accepted her fate with typical silence except when he was humping her. At those times she was glad the kennels and lab had sound proof rooms because she was forced to yell and shout out her happiness throughout her shameful humiliation under the weight of the huge dog.Thankfully, her best friend’s daughter was due to arrive this weekend and she hoped the girl might give. ‘If they’ve registered nothing unusual so far it would seem they are a waste of time,’ she said ‘No way. Even a lack of evidence tell us something. . . . . And have you decided on where and when you will concentrate tonight?’ ‘I thought to make it as different as I could and try for the early days of the American wild west.’ ‘Good idea. . . . Right that’s done,’ he grinned, ‘Sweet dreams.’ She settled back and closed her eyes ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ As Clint went to feed the horses, a brief breeze.